Mr Popular Novels & Stories

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.

Black Entertainment January 29th, 8Am. (2 hours Before Grace's Arrival) "So I think Louis' popularity is on the edge as no article has been written about him for the past 6 months, I'm particularly scared for him loosing his touch". Miranda said with a frown as she checked through the file in front of her. DD who sat opposite her in the round table concurred clearly agreeing with the lady, But Justin thought otherwise.

I asked still cutting the grass. “No. It’s one of the Rodrigo, Diego.” The cutter on my hand fell immediately I heard the name that I despise so much. Why is he here? Wait- he’s here for something. Something I know only my father can give him. Hehe, Diego, you’re trapped. “How’s the Rodrigo company recently?” I asked while Irene scrolled through her phone. “It’s on the edge ma’am. They keep dropping in profit and loosing their clients to the Huston,” Irene explained and I smiled in nothing but victory.

“This is Sophia, I did not want to cause any trouble with your wife but we could meet at our favourite place and I will explain everything to you.” His heart flooded with happiness. She wasn’t gone He dialed the number, waiting patiently for her to pick up but she did not. Their favorite place was a bar in some shitty town away from the bustle of being celebrities and they always went there to drink and party. He had not been there since she left and this was because he did not want the memories that came with that place. Henry reached for his coat as soon as a knock sounded. “Come in” He declared. His mother walked in, Abigail Ford in all of her glory. She was the one who had suggested the

"You’re are so young. I can’t really believe this” Mr Matt said, referring to Yan, with a glass of pure red wine on his hand. “ And Mr Liu, you’re really amazing. You’ve got a girlfriend in her twenties. I must drink to your courage, really” Mr Matt added, getting up. Miley stood up too with her glass of wine. “ Mr Liu has a low alcohol tolerance. I’ll drink in his place” She said with a smile but Mr Matt scoffed.

“Ten percent? That’s quite significant, Julian. Are we to understand this is a permanent arrangement?” “Yes,” Julian replied smoothly. “Sophia brings fresh strategic insight and proven expertise in brand development. This strengthens our leadership.” “May I know your name Sir?” I asked the gentleman who has just spoken. He seemed quite surprised at my question but he eventually answered. “You can call me Mr. Thompson.” “I would really appreciate it if anyone wishing to talk could briefly introduce themselves first before saying what they have to say. Thank you so much for your understanding.” I said, everyone's facial expression was saying one thing or the other but I couldn’t care less.

Ben's father never talked to me in such a gentle tone but for very first time he gently talked to me with his eyes constantly looking at the floor and said, " Mam Linda! I am really sorry for what happened last night. I shouldn't have tried to hurt you. I have realised my mistake. Please ask Mister Brent not to acquire our business and to forgive us this once. I started to understand what Mr Brent said to me in the morning but the one thing that I still didn't get was how Brent, a neurosurgeon could affect such a huge company in such a short period of time. Ben's father told me that Mr Brent was the owner of a huge billionaire company in foreign and he became a neurosurgeon just because of

She grabbed the iPhone X he was giving her and typed her digits expertly before giving him back his phone. "Sorry, I don't know where my manners went to." he lighten up the mood, scratching the back of his head. "I'm Mashkur Aarif. Muhsin and Habib's friend." he introduced with a killer smile. "I'm Mehr Malik, their sister." she smiled back. Where is this man from? Is he by any chance from those Arabian countries? She ask herself. "Wow! I never knew." he said surprised, he never knew that his friends have this beautiful sister.

He read the name written in bold out loud in question. Opening a new tab, he put his research skills to work. There were too many profiles that popped up under the name but one look at the brief information sent alongside their new mission, it was easy to find their next target. An old man who was in his late seventies popped up and Rod was not all too surprised about that.

MAYA If anyone would tell me that the CEO of Grey Textile and Clothing would ask me to be his model, I would call the person a big liar. But surprisingly he asked me to be his model. He even told me to drop the formalities and call him by his first name, Silver. It was like I was dreaming. But what bothered me was that Liam didn’t look too happy about the whole thing. It made me feel bad because if not for Liam, I wouldn't have met Silver and indulged in conversations with him enough for me to be his model.